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3 Centuries Of Naval History In Shanties & Sea Songs With Lyrics & Notes

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Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,
As thou hast sayled by day and by night, Hast thou not heard of a stout robber? Men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.'
But ever he sighed, and sayd, ' Alas!
Ffull well, my lord, I know that wight; He robd me of my merchants ware,
And I was his prisoner but yester-night.
As I was sayling upon the sea,
And [a] Burdeaux voyage as I did ffare,
He clasped me to his archborde, And robd me of all my merchants-ware.
And I am a man both poore and bare, And every man will have his owne of me,
And I am bound towards London to ffare, To complaine to my prince Henerye.'
' That shall not need,' sais my lord Haward ;
' If thou canst lett me this robber see, Ffor every peny he hath taken thee ffroe,
Thou shalt be rewarded a shilling,' quoth hee.
' Now God fforefend,' saies Henery Hunt, ' My lord, you shold worke soe ffarr amisse !
God keepe you out of that traitors hands ! For you wott ffull little what a man hee is.
' Hee is brasse within, and Steele without, And beames hee beares in his topcastle stronge;
His shipp hath ordinance cleane round about; Besids, my lord, hee is verry well mand.
' He hath a pinnace is deerlye dight, Saint Andrews crosse, that is his guide;
His pinnace beares nine score men and more, Besids fifteen cannons on every side.
' If you were twenty shippes, and he but one,
Either in archbord or in hall, He wold overcome you everye one,
And if his beames they doe downe ffall'